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Pornathon, day three!!
Back to the classics ^_^
Pairing: Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler)/Logan (Wolverine)
Fandom: X-Men (Marvel)
Warnings: Graphic sexual encounter, claws. Writing while exhausted.
Kurt had a very deep trust in Logan. The kind of trust you had for a man who had saved your life, whose life you in turn had saved, and would continue to do so in the future. That trust didn't stop his fur from standing on end when he heard the rasping whisper of Logan's claws being unsheathed, or when he felt the razor metal press against his stomach.
"D...don't..." he whimpered, head pushed back against a wall, his back arched and his spine spring-tight, frozen in place.Logan glanced up, and grinned.
"Have a little faith, elf," he replied, gruff and amused. His fingers tightened around Kurt's prick and he stroked from base to tip, naked claws scraping over Kurt's abdomen. They grazed through the softer, silkier hair of his stomach, tiny blue flecks falling between them. His knuckles twitched, and Kurt sobbed.
"Logan!"
He laughed gently, leaning in and biting the corded muscle along the side of his neck. Beneath the fur, dark skin flushed black, and Logan moaned.
"You're getting dark again," Logan spoke against his neck, tightening his grip around the base of Kurt's cock. Kurt glanced down, whimpering as he caught sight of the head of his cock, wet and swollen deep, dark purple, dripping pre-come over Logan's exposed claws.
"Can't...c-can't believe you're doing this," Kurt bit into the side of his own cheek, thick fingers splayed out against the wall behind him. Logan laughed, leaning forward until the claws pressed tightly to his skin, pushing the last, tiny fraction of space before they sliced into his belly. Kurt cried out, and came across Logan's wrist, his fingers, and his claws.
"Yeah," he replied, lifting his hand and licking it as Kurt collapsed against the wall. "You said that the last eight times."
Back to the classics ^_^
Pairing: Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler)/Logan (Wolverine)
Fandom: X-Men (Marvel)
Warnings: Graphic sexual encounter, claws. Writing while exhausted.
Kurt had a very deep trust in Logan. The kind of trust you had for a man who had saved your life, whose life you in turn had saved, and would continue to do so in the future. That trust didn't stop his fur from standing on end when he heard the rasping whisper of Logan's claws being unsheathed, or when he felt the razor metal press against his stomach.
"D...don't..." he whimpered, head pushed back against a wall, his back arched and his spine spring-tight, frozen in place.Logan glanced up, and grinned.
"Have a little faith, elf," he replied, gruff and amused. His fingers tightened around Kurt's prick and he stroked from base to tip, naked claws scraping over Kurt's abdomen. They grazed through the softer, silkier hair of his stomach, tiny blue flecks falling between them. His knuckles twitched, and Kurt sobbed.
"Logan!"
He laughed gently, leaning in and biting the corded muscle along the side of his neck. Beneath the fur, dark skin flushed black, and Logan moaned.
"You're getting dark again," Logan spoke against his neck, tightening his grip around the base of Kurt's cock. Kurt glanced down, whimpering as he caught sight of the head of his cock, wet and swollen deep, dark purple, dripping pre-come over Logan's exposed claws.
"Can't...c-can't believe you're doing this," Kurt bit into the side of his own cheek, thick fingers splayed out against the wall behind him. Logan laughed, leaning forward until the claws pressed tightly to his skin, pushing the last, tiny fraction of space before they sliced into his belly. Kurt cried out, and came across Logan's wrist, his fingers, and his claws.
"Yeah," he replied, lifting his hand and licking it as Kurt collapsed against the wall. "You said that the last eight times."